before i close my eyes,
and try to put myself to
i rub my hands
through my chest
and through my

thinking about all
the scar marks, time
has imprinted on
the one can be seen,
the one which cannot be,
scars which are in my mind,
in my heart, they hurt,
on some nights and a lot sometimes,

i breathe through them,
breathe through the
pain, through
the nausea,
through the screams
within which
are fumbled by
outter silence and laughter,
screams, which keep
asking me –

there is no
answer to such
question, tanzim or
perhaps, after a
point of time,
we will
sush our longings
and let go
of all these
feelings fighting
within us..

we will let go, tanzim
will we

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